As soon as I threatened him like this, Zhao Baobao immediately pursed his lips and stared at me with a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

After a while, Baby Zhao realized what he was doing, sat back on my shoulders, and said angrily: "Little brother, you are so bad, you know I'm like this!"

I stopped talking. Just when I was talking quietly to Zhao Baobei, Zhao Qun had already turned to look at me three times. If I continued talking to Zhao Baobao, he would definitely become suspicious.

Although Zhao Qun is now a corpse exorcist, it is obvious that he cannot see ghosts.

Just know some onmyoji.

After returning to Zhao Qun's house, the sky started to get a little brighter. Looking from a distance, we could see the hazy lights and shadows already shining in the mountain col.

ah--

I stepped on the threshold of Zhao Qun's house and stretched out sleepily.

"I'm going to rest for a while. Captain Zhang will probably send someone to pick you up later." Zhao Qun said after waving his hand to attract my attention.

I nodded: "Okay, sir, go and rest first. If you need anything, please call me. I will definitely come as soon as possible."

Zhao Qun smiled and nodded, walked into the house and closed the door.

Zhao Baobei sat on my shoulder, put an arm around my head and said, "Little brother, are you ready to leave?"

I nodded and walked back to my room. When I closed the door, I took a breath and started chatting with Zhao Baobei: "Well, I'm going back to Sanmen City today,"

"Hey? Let's go now, we have only met for less than a day." A certain baby said unwillingly, floating down from my shoulders and flying in front of me.

When I heard this, I immediately couldn't laugh or cry: "You kid, why did you say it as if I came here specifically to see you?"

Zhao Baobei immediately wilted and floated slowly to the corner by the wall.

Seeing his reaction, I shook my head helplessly and started to pack my things.

Even though Captain Zhang said he would allow me some freedom while protecting Zhao Qun, he came here to take a look and then left.

It doesn't make sense no matter what.

So I thought about putting something around the house to ensure that no dirty things would get close and harm Zhao Qun.

This time I came prepared.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I opened the chain of my backpack. Several thick yellowed books inside immediately came into view.

After pouring out everything, I began to search. As a general, I don't know the art of yin and yang.

But with so many books that Murong Zhen gave me, I don't believe that I can't find a way to protect Zhao Qun.

This time I only brought three books. Because the titles were too vague, I ignored the titles and started browsing the contents directly.

Lying on my stomach, I flipped through the pages in various positions on the bed for a long time, and then I found a practical way to arrange a barrier in the book.

Why is it said to be feasible? Because this enchantment only requires a wooden stick to draw a pattern on the ground.

Other enchantments require a lot of auxiliary things, which is really too troublesome.

I just went ahead and looked at the drawing method of this barrier carefully again, then I put the book in the crook of my arm and went out.

Zhao Baobei, who was still depressed just now, saw me going out and immediately followed me.

The most important tool for drawing this barrier is a wooden stick, but what is needed is not the kind of small wooden stick that can be picked up anywhere.

Instead, he specifically requested the kind of wooden stick that would burn bright red in the fire but would not break due to the drawing of the enchantment pattern.

In fact, this method is somewhat contrary to common sense. Everyone knows that relatively flammable things like wooden sticks will turn red as long as they are burned in a fire for a while.

But while it turns red, the stick will also become extremely fragile. If you move it even slightly, it will break and turn into dust, let alone use it to draw patterns.

"Oh, it's so nerve-wracking." I looked at the pile of dregs of wooden sticks and small wooden sticks of different lengths in front of me, and I suddenly felt the urge to go crazy.

This is obviously a joke, not only to make the stick burn red, but also to draw a pattern, no matter how hard I try, it doesn't work.

Originally, I felt that this was still a feasible method, but immediately I silently erased the words "practical and good method" in my mind.

"Little brother?" Zhao Baobei, who was squatting aside, spoke. He watched me fiddle with lighters and small wooden sticks for a long time, but he didn't see what was going on, so he asked directly: "What are you doing?"

"I'm busy with something very important, please don't disturb me now, okay?" I raised my head and looked straight at him.

Zhao Baobei took a step back: "Little brother is so scary."

I rolled my eyes, lowered my head, and tried to burn the stick again.

Because I didn't have enough sticks on hand, I went to the village and looked around for a lot of sticks.

After using the lighter a few times, it started to get hot, and I didn't dare to use it anymore. So I simply made a fire and put a lot of wooden sticks in it.

Such large-scale experiments are much faster than testing one by one, and the output of redwood sticks is also much larger.

But no matter how fast the speed is and how large the quantity is, those red-hot sticks still cannot change their fragile nature. I just took them out of the fire.

Before I could draw even two strokes according to the book, the stick broke.

I had to take out a new stick to continue, but the result still didn't change much.

"It's nerve-wracking." After trying for a while, I sat down on the ground in frustration.

After squatting for so long, my legs were numb and I couldn't feel anything.

As soon as I sat down, my legs began to throb in waves, one after another, like needles.

Zhao Baobao has been with me all the time. When he found that I was exhausted and paralyzed, he floated to my hand and stared at the book in my hand for a while.

I tilted my head and looked at him. This kid is really interesting. He is not even ten years old. How can he understand such ancient writing written with a brush?

But the next second, I was slapped hard in the face. Zhao Baobao pointed to the page in the book with the enchantment pattern and said, "Brother, do you want to draw this pattern?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

Zhao Baobei said again: "You want to draw it to protect Uncle Zhao Qun, right?" I smiled bitterly and nodded, but I couldn't draw it.

"Then you drew it wrong. Your drawing was too small and you couldn't protect Uncle Zhao Qun at all. If you want to protect him, you have to draw a circle around Uncle Zhao Qun's house." Zhao Baobao floated in front of me and rushed towards me.

I said it word for word.

Nani? Did I see it wrong?
Chapter completed!